Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes - Sex Stories

Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes

... “Not so much what I am told to read at the convent school.” “I see,” I said, thinking about her words. “The convent, are you religious?” “I don’t know. I want to be, but I have thoughts and feelings that make it hard for me.” “What do you mean your thoughts and feelings make it hard?” She hesitated, looking into my eyes. She bit her lower lip and just as she was about to speak, Paul brought out two glasses, removed our other glasses and put the big bottle of white wine on the table and said, “Enjoy!” I looked up at him, aware that he wanted me to spend money and have a good time. We were already feeling woozy, but neither of us said anything. “More wine, my sailor.” She smiled and held up her empty glass. I filled her glass and mine, then looked at her taking a big sip, but I wanted to hear why her thoughts and feeling made religion hard for her. “What is the problem? Why do your thoughts and feelings make it hard?” I took another sip of my wine. Both of us were getting drunker, but it felt good to be getting to know her. “I am told I should be a virgin when I marry but I am not a virgin. I love fucking and I do not want to marry like I am expected to do.” “I’m surprised to hear you say that. You told me you were lonely for a man. There is something so young and innocent about you. I know why you’re here, but you don’t seem comfortable. I can tell by how much you want to be drunk, you are not comfortable.” “I don’t want to talk about it. Please, I want to have fun and not ...

... think.” “Does your father know you’re here?” I asked, ignoring her request. “No. My father is strict. He is why I went to the convent. My mother died six years ago when I was twelve. He would be angry if he knew I was here, but Paul always calls me when men are here. He is my father’s friend, but he knows me better than my father. He is not strict like my father and knows I want money. We are poor and I like to buy jewelry and sexy clothes and I want excitement.” “Does your father know what you spend your money on? Does he know how you make money?” “No, I must hide and sneak away. He would not like it at all. He thinks I am a good girl, and I am, but, you know, I do what I must to have fun and get what I want. I like to make men look at me. I want to be sexy.” “So you are a good girl who wants to be bad.” “Yes,” she laughed. “I am a good girl who wants to be bad. Does that bother you?” “Not at all,” I chuckled and could see both her shy innocence and yearning. “I think you should be the person you want to be. It’s your life. It’s important to be honest with who you are.” “I like you. I like how you think.” She smiled and leaned back in her chair causing her short skirt to slide higher on her smooth thighs. “You want to be a free spirit.” I looked into her eyes, then at her barely covered thighs. “Yes, I want to be free. I want to have fun and be honest with who I am. I want passion and romance.” She smiled and kept her legs spread apart, her skirt high on her smooth thighs. I ...